Hilary and I have spoken before. With each new book that appears, I diligently come forward as her friend and colleague, as a fellow writer in the fun as fuck trenches of indie publishing, which feels like ascendant exile, sometimes like a lot of rubble, but to me where anything good could happen. It’s often […]
You and I both must know that birds are the blessing disseminated. I only knew you eight years ago. But I found you again in the bookstore here. I touched your book like a mirror pureed into pages—it was the you I remember, the you of our brief friendship. I touched the corners and numbers. […]
1. One square meter of prison.
Sometimes I live in a highland valley
in a town so tiny the power goes out
at the first strike of lightning
I was watching videos
of Japanese people cooking tiny things
We live on mint.
Let mint make mint.
It is my mint.
It is my food.
Yet ours over and over until the end that is past truth, The being of our sentences, in the climate that fostered them, Not ours to own, like a book, but to be with, and sometimes To be without, alone and desperate. But the fantasy makes it ours, a kind of fence-sitting Raised to the […]
1. To the tune of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” Hawé* Chakra Chautauqua Clan, Thank you for using Sacajawea’s Sap® to reveal the colors of your indigenous Chakra wheel. This Chautauqua Wisdom Formula is what our higher nature uses to distill Spiritflow® from the heirloom energy in our body’s earthroots, and to weave the matrix of […]
Louis had a friend who collected stamps. Years ago, I won a small pot in the Massachusetts lottery and took Louis to Europe, and in every country we visited he bought sheets of postage to mail home to his friend. In Paris, I watched him from a hotel reception desk, choosing a table at an […]
Montell Jordan came to the Fatburger drive-thru as I was clocking out so I went outside to get his autograph for one of my nieces back East who thought he was soooooo fine he was in a black Suburban with 50-11 dudes & was really cool about it & didn’t try to hit on me […]
NIKKI-LEE BIRDSEY Foreign & Domestic The rapt me warns, a world without X is a world dissolved; who am I watching the big, dumb fly on the sill in New Zealand, amongst the winter-themed Xmas decorations in the hard-edged hot light of January; in the knife-edged bright sun. Bright experience of sun, thinking of […]